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Because they just chose death over disagreement. Fire ignites in my chest. My wolf surges forward. We can't use our fire. I partially shift. Claws rip from my fingertips. I huess I'll have to fight like this. Heat floods my veins. A wolf lunges at me— I throw my hand forward instinctively. Flame explodes outward. It slams into the attacker mid-air, sending him crashing sideways with a snarl of pain. I stagger slightly. My wolf howls in approval. Again.

I, dressed casually, fought with great agility, quickly overpowering Vicky, causing her to roll on the ground in disarray. "While I continue to strike her, I asked, "Are you going to talk?" "I refuse to speak! I will torture you for the rest of your life. You will never make me reveal the whereabouts of the child," Vicky replied, her tone deranged. The pain coursing through her body only fueled her struggles. Seeing her resolute appearance, my face grew cold. I hadn't expected Vicky's resilience to be so strong, even after being beaten so badly, she still refused to yield. As the fight dragged on, my strength gradually waned.

--- **The Final Battle** The confrontation unfolded in a blur of motion—an explosion of sounds, flashes of light, and the grinding clash of steel against steel. Our enemies were formidable, but with each strike, I felt something inside me ignite, something I hadn’t felt in years. I fought with the fury of someone who had nothing left to lose, the determination of someone who knew that if she didn’t win this battle, there would be no empire left to rule. Beside me, Damien moved like a shadow, cutting through the enemy with ruthless precision. His movements were a reflection of everything he had become—someone who had fought, bled, and survived through the hell we had both been thrust into.

Not only had I given him an order, but my struggles were also direct disobedience. He pushed me harder into the fridge and I struggled uselessly against his iron grip. All the while fighting internally with my wolf. She was desperately trying to take over and I could feel her starting to win. With the last of my strength, I flicked my wrists, turning them to paws. With a growl, I sunk my claws into his shoulders, making him freeze. "My sister is going to walk in, in less than 30 seconds. If she sees us like this, it will crush her."

"Then fight me for it." The crowd went silent. A challenge. Zike’s smirk widened. "With pleasure." His bones cracked as he shifted, fur bursting from his skin. A jet-black wolf stood before me, teeth bared, eyes filled with hunger. I didn't hesitate. My own shift came like a storm—swift, merciless. The battle had begun. Zike lunged at me, claws slashing across my chest. Pain burned deep, but I didn’t fall. I struck back, tearing into his side. He staggered, but instead of retreating, he smirked. Cocky bastard.

"Deal." The warriors lunged at me all at once, and I met them head-on. I fought with everything I had, dodging, striking, unleashing bursts of energy when my strength alone wasn’t enough. But they were relentless, each one stronger, faster than the last. My muscles burned, my breaths came ragged, but I refused to stop. I refused to lose. I closed my eyes and channeled every single strength in my body, the rage that I felt, my determination to go back home with Kia… everything and pushed it all out through my palms, burning every opponent in sight.

Pain lances through my flank, but I refuse to yield. I struggle to leverage myself, rolling, slashing, snapping. The fight is brutal, exhausting, and relentless. Every muscle in my body screams. My focus narrows entirely on the stranger attacking me. She moves with a precision I’ve never encountered before. She’s faster, smarter, stronger than any warrior, including the Alpha, that I’ve ever faced. Every counter I try is anticipated, every attack deflected. She reads my movements before I make them, strikes at angles I didn’t even know to protect, and forces me to dig deeper than ever before just to stay on my feet.

“Fight it, child. Fight with all you have.” My grandmother. She was dead, why was she here? Why could I hear her voice? Why was she telling me to fight when I didn’t even know what or who my enemy was? I couldn’t even really see whatever it was that was draining me, nor could I touch it. How exactly do I fight an invisible thing? “You’re stronger than this… Selene, Selene.”

My lips curled into a snarl, my golden eyes blazing with a fire that matched the inferno of my will. "Stand your ground!" I commanded the patrol guard, voice unwavering. "We'll drive them back together." With a primal roar, I lunged into the fight. My movements were a dance of fury and precision, and I utilized every technique I had trained for over the years, my blows landing accurately and strategically. It was a brutal battle, with the scent of blood and the clash of forces filling the air.

I shouldn't enjoy this. "You are such a little slut aren't you," he whispered evilly against my ear, as he moved his attack there. I tried to weekly shove him off, but I was drained. Mentally and physically. My body felt like jelly from fighting him up to this point, and now that I was naked the endeavor seemed pretty fucking pointless.